05-06-2020, 03:30 PM
Watching with a fixed gaze, there’s little emotion passed behind her dark eyes as he phases down into a younger version of himself; in the absence of all else - curiosity would always remain to withstand. And that was what bound her there as he prattled the names - Oisin, Eurwen, Ilan - that bring no spark of recollection. He keeps going, and she listens, lending a pirouetting pale ear forward and back, stepping closer yet took look down her ruddy nose as if to size him up. There’s a moment when she wants to stop him, hold him to a pause to ask the name of the father he spoke of and the name that he himself went by. But what would that do to her? Where would that drive her to? She already had three names too many, three names that some part of her would clutch to.
There was a risk to that, she reminds herself in warning - a risk to asking questions and finding answers that she knew would tip the balance and she was unprepared for that yet. Arthas was - for now - still the priority. Not herself.
“I am no mother,” she reiterates, slower than the last time, making it a point to draw the attention of his tortured green eyes in the emptiness of her own when she answers the first cluster of questions. “As for the trinkets,” she begins while taking a stride backward, well-practiced and confident in this instance if this scenario were to arise - for once the withering leopard mare had been prepared. “Did your mother ever tell you where she came from? The lands outside of Beqanna are vast. Did you not think it possible that she might come from a place where we share similar attributes and accolades?”
@[Aodhan]
There was a risk to that, she reminds herself in warning - a risk to asking questions and finding answers that she knew would tip the balance and she was unprepared for that yet. Arthas was - for now - still the priority. Not herself.
“I am no mother,” she reiterates, slower than the last time, making it a point to draw the attention of his tortured green eyes in the emptiness of her own when she answers the first cluster of questions. “As for the trinkets,” she begins while taking a stride backward, well-practiced and confident in this instance if this scenario were to arise - for once the withering leopard mare had been prepared. “Did your mother ever tell you where she came from? The lands outside of Beqanna are vast. Did you not think it possible that she might come from a place where we share similar attributes and accolades?”
@[Aodhan]
